Invictus

Invictus
By: Ernest Henely

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate.
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE;
I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY SOUL.

ORTEGA-VEGA

oh my goodness, so i am in spanish two and my teacher, Mr. Ortega-Vega (yes that is his real name) gives us so so much work!! it is insane! its so so hard to pass, its like my hardest class and its dumb spanish haha but anyway, for this next test, he wants us to learn songs from different spanish speaking countries. this test we have to be able to recognize songs from Spain and Mexico. These are the craziest songs!! Sam this is mostly for you, you should go on YouTube and look up Luis Miguel-Dame haha oh my its funny! He tries to dance and he looks like a gay. and then the parts with the fire when he does these poor imitations of micheal jackson poses. haha and then he doesnt let go of his stupid jacket the whole time!! he just flings it around like an idiot.

(isnt he just gorgeous?? haha just kidding!)

pictures

ok well this first one is me last year at Halloween, that was my pumpkin last year haha it was pretty lame it was just stars haha. but then this year's was pretty awesome!! it's the one that says seth and erin haha me and seth were having a competition to see who could make the better pumpkin. his was actually pretty cool, it was like a panguin, it looked way cool! so we both won haha. then the next one is me and my sisters again. we are the best! and the last one is me and my little puppy marley, back when she was cute and little still. now she's just a pain in my butt!!

HELLO!! this is officially my first real post on my first ever blog!! my name is erin dunford and i am sixteen years old. but my birthday is soon!! i am almost seventeen... wow i'm old. i cant talk about it though because seth is still sixteen and he hates that i'm older than him haha oh well.. my friend Yanzey finally came back from mexico!! you say that name like yawn-say haha its funny but he was gone for like three months to cancun living with his family and i've missed him a ton!! i'm actually talking to him right now. its been crazy with him gone. he always comes everywhere with me and my family, so it was weird not to have him around for three months. anyway, my sister just moved to cedar city to go to college at SUU. i miss her like crazy!! she's pretty great. but she loves it so i am happy for her.




ok so this summer, me and my sisters emily and bethany, yanzey, my mom, my cousin zach and these two girls in my ward named melanie and sarah, we all went to the hot pots up in spanish fork canyon-and for those of you who havent been there, you totally should it's so awesome! anyway though, so yanzey had been telling us about how there are always all these naked people up there. Like old, wrinkley people that just go up there and sit in the hot pots naked! we were all grossed out.
well the hike up there is pretty long, it took us like an hour to hike up and we got pretty hyper... we were singing these crazy songs and running down then trail, just being crazy. we got to this hill that was pretty steep and there were lots of rocks. i was running and i got to this rock, and i thought it would be pretty fun to like run and jump off it. so i did and i flew through the air, and i landed right on my butt. it hurt way bad!! yanzey ran over and helped me up and i was like, in shock, i couldnt even talk. everyone was like are you ok are you ok?? but whenever i stop and talk about it i always start crying, so i just kept walking and i wouldnt talk to anyone. until my mom caught up and started trying to take care of me and i started crying haha but you should have seen my leg!! it was completely bruised! like dark dark purple and it was bigger than my hand. it gave me like blood clots and it didnt go away for almost a month! i still have like this dent in my leg where the blood clots were. anyway, so we got to the hot pots finally and we were just playing and messing around and it was way fun! you like, go sit in the hot pots and then you jump out into the cold river, it's way awesome! well we stayed for like two hours and then decided we probably should start heading back because we had to get to my grandma's. so we left. it took probably an hour and a half to get back though because we were all way tired! well me and yanzey got back first, then emily, melanie, beth, and sarah got next, and we were sitting at the car waiting for my mom and my cousin zach to get back. we had been sitting there for almost fifteen minutes when this car comes driving down the canyon. the guy driving was alone, and he had no shirt on, and yanz was all i bet he's naked. so he parks on the other side of the street and sure enough, when he got out he stayed behind his car so he could pull his pants on. it was so awkward! he walks across the street and is all hey guys, have you already been down? and we're like yup they're all yours. and he's all ok thanks. so right as he leaves to go to the hot pots, my mom and zach come finally make it back to the car. we all pile in and start driving out. well as we were driving away, we were watching that guy walk down the path and he was watching our car, like he was nervous or something, and yanzey was all i bet he's just waiting so he can ditch his pants. we were all like no way, no way. but sure enough, right as we turn the corner to where he thinks he cant see us, he drops his pants and throws them to the side! right in front of my little sister and cousin!! we all saw everything! it was horrible haha but way funny.

The Cold Within
By: Unknown

Six humans trapped by happenstance
and bleak and bitter cold;
each possessed a stick of wood,
or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
the first man held his back,
for of the faces round the fire,
he noticed one was black.

The next man looking 'cross the way
saw one not in his church,
and couldn't bring himself to give
the fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes,
she gave her coat a hitch.
Why should her log be put to use
to warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
of the wealth he had in store,
and how to keep what he had earned
from the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black woman's face bespoke revenge
as the fire passed from her sight.
All she saw in her stick of wood
was a chance to spite the white.

The last person of this forlorn group
did naught accept nor gain.
Giving only to those who gave
was how he played the game.

Their logs held tight in deaths still hand
was proof of human sin.
They didn't die from the cold without,
they died from the cold within.